The Distant Metropolis

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The matchbook in Elias Thorne’s hand was worn thin at the corners, the cardboard soft and gray from the dampness of the wagon ride, and he stared at the single match remaining inside until the wood grain seemed to pulse with a faint, rhythmic heat. He had come to Blackwood Station not for the weather, which was a biting, relentless sleet that turned the pine forest into a blur of white and...

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